A new lever de rideau added to the programme of the Globe has called attention to the merry moments of The Doctor. From the first this piece went wonderfully well—now it goes better than ever. The house is nightly full of patients, who seem willingly to give themselves over to what I may call "the laughter cure and joke treatment."
Dandy Dick has moved from the Court to King William Street, Strand. Mr. Clayton, capital as the Dean, and Mrs. John Wood inimitable, exquisite, everything-superlative as the lady horse-owner. Mr. Bishop now plays Mr. Arthur Cecil's part in a manner that reduces our regret at the absence of his predecessor to a minimum.
A wonderful piece called Racing, by the "Great Macdermott," is being performed at Islington. It is composed of a mixture of Comedy and Tragedy. Both ingredients are equally funny.
Removing my gibus, and laying down my programmes and opera-glasses, I again sign myself One Who Has Gone to Pieces.
GARDEN TALK.
As arranged for the neighbourhood of the Round Pond under existing circumstances.
Can this be Kensington Gardens, or is it Tophet? This perfume is scarcely suggestive of flowers.
How nicely this little girl is burying the dead cat.
What a game at hide and seek those boys in white sailor suits are having in that reeking garbage.